


Nothing like a good ending to a bad day

by Salty_Queen123



Category: Heathers (1988), Heathers: The Musical - Murphy & O'Keefe
Genre: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, F/F, Gay Awakening, Homophobia, I'm so bored, Mentionings of rape, Panic Attacks, Self Harm, Suicide Attempt, also lesbian Heather c, i had nothing better to do with my life so I wrote this, it may be based off true events in my life, lesbain Heather m
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2018-02-15
Updated: 2018-02-28
Packaged: 2019-03-19 07:48:37
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con
Chapters: 6
Words: 4,782
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13700076
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Salty_Queen123/pseuds/Salty_Queen123
Summary: Heather McNamara gets  it rejected, Heather Chandler comforts her.





	1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:**

> Yo it's been like forever since I've posted something that wasn't my text fic. So here you go, also if you got time, pray for me cause I'm still sick.

When Heather McNamara was in the fifth grade she had a huge crush on this guy named Ram. He was a sporty type, your stereo typical elementary school jock. He'd smack books and binders out of kids hand for fun. 

What did Heather see in him, (hell if I know) he was dumb and she was sweet, he was an ass and she was gentle and caring. But according to her he's just 'having trouble' showing positive emotion to others. 

Whatever the reason, Heather Chandler did not like it one bit. She's been head over heels for her for a long time. 

This one day was going to be the day where Mac asks him out. 

Their sitting in science class, Mac across from Ram, and his buddy Kurt, wondering what the hell to say. 

"H-hey r-Ram." She started. 

"Hey Heather you sick or something." For some reason Kurt seemed to chuckle at that, even though it's really not that funny. 

"N-no I-I'm fine, um do you want to go to the dance with me, or or I mean you don't have to if you don't want to, but um or we could go eat or get some pizza, but hey it's up to you." She didn't even know what she was saying, she just word vomited everywhere. 

Meanwhile Chandler being interested in the conversation, listens and hears the next dreadful comment. 

"Heather who the hell would want to go out with a nervous wreck like you, hmm maybe dump truck and her side kick Nancy Drew. Or maybe you should just stay home and, oh well I don't know, fucking end it all you fucking weirdo!" 

After that rude comment Chandler stepped in. 

"Hey dick-face why don't I leak these photos of you and your buddy Kurt in the guys changing room, stroking each other's dick and see what happens?"

Mac looks at Chandler, while tears slowly build up in her eyes. 

"Hey Heather what are you some kind of lesbian?" Kurt chuckled in a mocking tone. 

"What does that have to do with anything?" She asked, with a hint of worry in her voice. 

"Nothing we just wanna know." At this point Mac's not having any of it, so she runs past the three, to the girls bathroom. Little did she know Heather ran after her. 

"Ugh my single chance with him gone cause I can't stay fucking calm. Maybe he's right, maybe I should just off myself and the world would be better." 

Mac doesn't know what to do, so she does what her instincts tell her to do and punched the mirror. She takes a pice of the glass and puts it against her arm and drags it till she can see red. 

Blood. Her blood. 

She sees more red, Heather with her mouth agape, staring in pure horror in what Mac has done to herself. 

"Heather stop, please, please, please! I have to get you to a doctor or nurse! Just please stop now!" She begged to her. 

"You heard him Heather, if he doesn't care about me then nobody will."

"But people do care, people like me. I have known you for so many years, and who cares if one or two people don't care, you know why?"

"Why?" She asked tears still streaming down her cheeks. 

"Cause there are so many people out there who care for you, and love you." 

"Heather is it true? Are you a lesbian?" 

"Ya, but who should care it's not like I'm labelling and stereotyping straight people." She told Mac as she dabbed away blood, "Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeny are just two ass hats, that like to fuck with people, ok. So who gives a fuck if they wanna be assholes to homosexuals. This is Ohio if you're cought touching a dick or cunt of someone of the same sex, you're bound to get bullied." 

"Then why didn't they hurt you?" She looked up at Heather. 

"One, I threatened to blackmail them and two, I didn't tell them." 

"Oh ok, and thank you for coming after me, I don't wanna know what would have happened if you hadn't." 

Chandler sits down with Mac on the cold bathroom floor. "Let's not think about that, so do you wanna come over to my house, my family is out of town for awhile so, I'll get you cleaned up and we can take the bus, ok?"

"Okay thanks heather, I bet you'll make a girl happy." 

"Ya I bet I have- er or or will, will, I ment to say will."

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"When was the last time I was here?" Mac asked as she looked around the house. 

"Not that long ago, maybe a week and a half or so."

The two girls went upstairs hand in hand, and went to Heather's room. 

"Now that I think about it girls are pretty nice, better than boys that's for sure." (Sorry guys out there)

"Okay we're going somewhere." Chandler whisper to herself

"Did you say something?" 

"Who me?! Pfft no!" 

"Okay whatever you say, I'll give it a shot, you know like being a lesbian, bet how and where to start? Hmm" Mac looked up hand stroking her chin like it's a beard. 

"Just a suggestion but, I mean you could try kiss me or something?"

Kiss her she did, and at that moment Heather McNamara had her gay awakening. 

"Hey Mac can I tell you something it's stupid, um I kinda had a thing for you for a long, long time, and hate to see you hurt so you don't need to say yes, I won't kick you out if you say no, but do you want to be my girlfriend?" 

Chandler look hella worried thinking she'll say no or something. 

"Holy shit I'd love to."

That night they laid in bed together and stared into one and others eyes. 

"Heather." Mac whispered

"Yes Heather, my love."

"I love you very much."

"I love you too." 

And with that they laid in each other's arms, without out a care about anyone but each other, fell asleep. Not giving a shit about the next day or week, but only carrying for each other.


	2. Chapter 2

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Grade six

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Since I am on a roll, and I wanted to post another chapter, even though y'all didn't comment about it, I gave it to you anyways. So here you go.

Grade six was a great year for Heather and Heather, mainly because of the easy work, and cause they went to a different middle school then Kurt and Ram. 

There however, were some difficulties as well, like this one bitch Ericka, like why the fuck do you even need the k, when it could just be Erica. 

But hey who wants to focus on the bad things in life huh?

One beautiful day, the to girls were sitting on the bench with their friends Heather Duke and Veronica, (but not that Veronica) two girls they met. Ericka and her friend Susan were walking, and Veronica really wanted to jump them. 

So they did which ended up with the four girls chasing after them down the street, by the apartments. 

Mac liked it for a while but then Duke kept on punching and hitting Ericka, and Susan was a inch away from calling the cops. That Duke stopped, but Mac booked it to her house. 

Yet again Chandler followed her into the house. 

"Babe come on we hated her?" She questioned. 

"Yeah we do, but," she let out a loud sigh  
"I know but, I remember telling you to just jump her, not fucking hit her to the ground and beat her up!" 

"That's Heather and Veronica's falt for not listening to you." There's a brief pause then she continued "look we won't do it again, okay. Promise?"

Mac looks at her "Okay promise."

"Come here beautiful, and give me a hug." 

They hugged for a while, then eventually broke apart and went upstairs and spent time lying on the bed, tangled in each other's arms. 

There was nothing better than that moment it was silent and no one could care less about what they were doing. 

"Hey Mac, you remember that day in grade five, where I practically saved your life."

"Hmm which one everyday you save my life?"

"Oh how do I do that?"

"Just being there for me, and existing, or cuddling up with me or, comforting me when I'm stressed or anxious about something. Times like that, all the small things in our relationship matter, and make it better and better."

Chandler was really touched by that speech, tho she found them boring to listen to. This was not one of those speeches, cause this one was important to her and she still remembers it today. 

"Well I was thinking about the time, when Ram was being a douche bag and rejected you." Mac looks away not liking what happened that day, Chandler continues to stare at her, "you know that was the worst, but yet the best day of my life. Wanna know why?"

"Why?" She looked back at Chandler with a sad expression on her face. 

"Well because it's the day, we started dating."

"Damn that was a intense day, but at least I recovered by your side." 

"Yeah it makes me happy spending time with you, even if it is for this reason or that reason, I will never, ever stop loving you Heather McNamara."

"And I'll never stop loving you, Heather Chandler." 

After they stayed in each other's arms for a few minutes, they both heard a knock on the door. 

"Guys let us in, the doors locked!" They both knew that voice. 

"Okay we'll be there in a sec," Chandler replied. "Come on, their gonna wanna know what we've been doing."

Mac nodded, and they both went downstairs to open the door for Duke and Veronica. 

After doing so, they received glaring looks from both of them. 

"So, why the hell did you two leave?" Veronica asked. 

"Yeah, why'd you leave us alone with Ericka and Susan?"

"Because Mac didn't like what you two were doing. She just wanted for you guys to jump Ericka not beat her up." Chandler defended. 

"Oh yeah, well she should have told us to not beat them up." Duke said defensively "Also Mac said that we should look out for each other, and Ericka and Susan were being pricks, so we did the right thing for her."

"Ugh whatever we'll continue this discussion next week," Chandler said in a annoyed tone. "right now me and Mac have to do something."

"Hey why are you two so close?" Veronica questioned their strange behaviour. 

"We're just really, really close friends, and we've known each other for a very long, long time." Chandler lied to cover up their relationship. 

"Oh okay, well I guess we'll be leaving." Duke said as she and Veronica left. 

"Heather, are you going to keep on covering up our relationship like that?" Mac looks at Chandler. 

"Well Heather you've gotta remember this Ohio, if you're caught touching the dick or cunt of someone of the same-"

"Sex you're bound to get bullied, I know, you tell me that every time, I ask."

"And there's a reason for that, it's true, when my brother was in tenth grade, he accidentally touched another guy's dick, in the locker rooms, cause they were so crowded, bumped into a guy, and touched his dick." Chandler told the story, "Ge got bullied for the rest of high school, and the worst part is my parents made his move out, for being a fag."

"Damn, where's he now?" Mac asked. 

"Nobody knows." She finished. 

"Okay I'll stop asking why we can't tell people, also when Veronica and Heather are around, it's probably best if we keep us on the low," Mac said frowning, "but when we're alone on the other hand, there's a different story."

She smiled up at her girlfriend and grabbed her hand, then led her upstairs. 

"Where were we, oh yeah, falling asleep in each other's arm, and cuddling." Chandler smiled back at Mac and kissed her gently on the lips. 

"And if I remember correctly, I said, I love you Heather Chandler."

Heather chuckled "God, I love you too, so much, Heather McNamara."

They stayed there tangled in each other's arms, and slept.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Comment if I should keep doing chapters every day. But it'll just be during the break, then I have to go back to school.


	3. Chapter 3

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Grade seven

Grade seven was the worst year of Heather McNamara's life. 

It all started on September 23rd, when she was in class having a conversation with herself. Chandler was sick that day, and the teacher was dealing with two kids that got in trouble. 

"Ugh, I can't wait to go home and sleep or cuddle with Heather." She didn't even know what she was saying. 

"Ugh, tmi loser, I don't wanna know what you do in your spare time." She ignored Ericka's comment. 

"You know what Mac, I think Ericka should sometimes shut the fuck up." She again still didn't know what the heck she said. 

"Whatever, just like stop talking about your girlfriend, you stupid little bull dyke." That comment got Mac's blood boiling. 

"Oh yeah well at least I don't harass people for pleasure." Soon enough Ericka got up from her desk and made her way to Mac. 

"Oh, well at I'm not some freaky loser, who cries to her girlfriend and her two friends, that don't even care about her and my mom's not divorced, nor does she have a drinking problem." That cut her deep, and Chandler wasn't there to save her or fight Ericka back to keep her in line. 

"What is going on here?" The teacher finally walked in. 

"Mr. M, Heather threatened to hurt me." She pulled off the I-didn't-start-it line. 

"Heather, a word."

"Yes Mr. M."

They left into the library, and sat down to talk. 

"Heather why would you threaten Ericka like that?"

"Mr. M I didn't do it, I was talking to myself and she called me a, pardon my language, but," Heather paused not liking the words coming next, "she called me a bull dyke, and yes me and Heather Chandler are dating, but that doesn't mean she gets to harass me."

"Well I'll go talk to her and you stay here for awhile. Okay?" He didn't even comment about the name Ericka called her. 

"Okay."

"Oh and Heather, don't you ever let comments and stuff like that, bring you down ever. Okay."

"Yes, Mr. M." 

He left the room, leaving her there by herself. All she wanted in that moment was Heather, her Heather, the one that saved her life and would cuddle her when she needed it. 

But she was there alone and by herself, only left with the thousands of thoughts, some good, but some bad. 

She realized something, 'holy fuck I've been hiding my sexuality from my parents for almost two years now.' 

Mr. M came back in the room.

"Well you are telling the truth, and said she likes to harass people for fun, but Ericka cracked under my death glare and she told me she was emotionally manipulating you. Is that correct?"

"Yes Mr. M, she talked about my personal problems and my mom's drinking problem, and didn't stop, she just kept on going, and going, and going, and wouldn't stop." And at that moment she broke down crying and went into panic attack mode. 

"Whoa, whoa, slow down kiddo, deep breathes, deep breathes. In and out, come on Mac try and match my breathing, come on in and out."

Soon enough she could breathe again at a normal pace.

"Wow Mr. M, have you delt with panic attacks and anxiety before?"

"Yes quite a lot actually, and if you ever need to talk to someone, you know who to go to, also if you need to get out of the class, just say you need to go for a walk around the school, or you have to go to the bathroom or get a drink. If I say know ask again and I'll let you go. As for Ericka, she's suspended for verbal and mental abuse to a classmate."

"Wow you are the best teacher ever!" 

"Thank you, also you should head back to class, school is going to end soon."

They both went back and soon enough the bell rang, and Mac biked over to Chandler's house. 

"Hey there Mrs. Chandler, is it okay if I could see Heather?"

"Ah yes you can, also stop calling me Mrs. Chandler, and call me Shannon."

"Mkay, Shannon, thank you."

Heather ran up the stairs to see her girlfriend. 

"Hey sicko how you feeling."

"Better now that you're here. How was your day?" 

"Oh you know same old, same old, go to school, do this and that, get Ericka suspended, break down, cry, get comforted by our awesome teacher. All that jazz." She said in the most calm and cool voice. 

"Oh my god, you got that bitch Ericka suspended?!"

"Yeah, don't mind me."

"Oh my god, come here and hug me, we've had that bitch running around for to long and someone needed to put her in place, and you, my girlfriend have done it."

"Thank you. Victory cuddle?"

"Hell yeah, come here!"

They both laid there smiling at one and other, because of the news. And neither talked about the panic attack, they just enjoyed each other's company.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Sorry I lost my streak of posting chapters, I'm busy with dance and skiing.


	4. Chapter 4

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Flash back, then more grade seven.

It started when Heather McNamara was about five years old. She was sharing a room with her sister, on a bunk bed. 

One night she heard one of her toys go of and got really scared, so she climbed up to sleep with her sister. 

"Lizzy, can I sleep with you? I'm scared."

"Sure, hey please don't kick me in my sleep, please."

"Okay."

This went on for weeks, and Heather's sister started getting tired of it. 

"Hey can you do something for me please." It came out as a demand, but Heather took it as a question. 

"Yeah roomie?" 

"I need you to strip."

"Meaning?"

"Take off your clothes."

That's when things got weird for Heather. 

"Okay." She was young and didn't know what she was getting herself into. The next thing that happened was something that scares her today. Her sister did the same and stripped down to nothing. 

I will not let you know what happened next because it can triggering for others. But this thing that her and her sister did lasted for three years. 

Heather's mom didn't find out till the September of grade six, and didn't care all that much. 

Grade seven is when that thing in her past came back and bit her in the ass. There she was sleeping in that same room where it happened. 

"God, why would I let her do that to me? I was blind and didn't do jack shit about it, God I'm so fucking stupid."

Then there she went to the closet, where she'd hurt herself and cover it up the next day. 

She got in the closet, and closed the door so nobody could see what she was going to do. She took a sharp knife she stole from the kitchen, and dragged it on her stomach, drawing a bit of blood. 

It reminded her of the day in grade five, but a thousand times worse. Her Heather wasn't there for her at the moment. She was all alone on a lifeboat, stranded at sea, waiting for her Heather to save her from the crashing waves. 

She couldn't stop cutting, and cutting, she didn't realize that her hand is covered in blood. 

She stopped eventually to get some sleep. 

The next day she went to school and saw Heather. Her hero and emotional support. 

"Hey babe, how you doing?"

"Oh good." It came out very quick. 

"That's good, hey get ready we got gym class."

"Oh good." She was panicking about Heather seeing the cuts from last night. 

They both arrived at the gymnasium. This was going to be weird for Mac, since they always change in front of each other. She'll have to make up a good lie, so her girlfriend doesn't get suspicious of her behaviour. 

The both of them walk in, and Mac is already uncomfortable. Heather starts stripping, Mac freezes up, but fallows that by breaking down and crying. 

"Baby what's wrong."

"...sister... Cuts... Past... Then I broke down." Mac lifted up her shirt and reveals her cuts. 

"Mac why'd you do it again?"

She says nothing but whimpers and sobs.  
Heather takes her into her arms and comforts her. 

Ericka walks out, " Dykes."

"Ericka can you shut the fuck up for once." Heather bagged. 

"Whatever."

"Hey, hey I got you, I got you." She repeated those three words and Mac calmed down, "If you want to you can talk to me and we can stay here."

Mac nodded sadly, then she told her the stories of her past, and obviously cuddled after school.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I promise I will post another chapter for my text fic.
> 
> Also more grade seven next chapter.


	5. Chapter 5

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> More grade seven.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> WARNING: SUICIDE ATEMPT :WARNING

One day in October, Mac was told by her mother to go home for lunch. She obeyed her mother's command and went home. 

She had a shitty class period before then. Kids being assholes, their substitute teacher being a bitch. 

All the little things bugged, for instance, the sub made them play floor hockey, and there was a choice. Guys versus girls, or mixed. Of course everyone wanted guys versus girls, and Mac wanted to be goalkeeper, so she did, and she wasn't as good as the other girls, so all the other girls (other than Heather, Heather and Veronica) made fun of her. She wanted to switch with another girl but the sub was being a dick and told her no, meanwhile the guys were switching every five minutes. Also the guys would score a shit ton and rub it in the girls faces. 

So she went home in a shit mood. 

As soon as she got home, she ran over to the medicine cabinet and opened it, grabbing the ibuprofen, busted it open and and got a handful and guzzled it down with water. 

She biked back to school cause she wanted to die in her girlfriend's arms.  
(Sad and touching right) 

She got to the school and locked up her bike, then proceed to go outside, where she walked around the court yard and waited. 

"Hey baby, sorry everyone was being a bit of an ass, me, Duke and Vee talked to them." Her girlfriend walked up to her alone, "Hey are you doing okay, you don't look well?"

"Ya I'm fine." She lied. 

"If this is about last month then we can talk about it. Wait, Heather you didn't cut yourself again did you?" Chandler looked very worried. 

"Fuck no, just got a little sick."

"Well I hope that it's a strong ass sickness, because you look like your about to faint."

And faint she did, but Heather caught her,  
"Heather this better be a joke, you're really scarring me. Heather, Heather, heather." Chandler's in tears, "Baby wake up for me please, please, Heather don't leave me, come on wake up please!"

That's when she woke up and looked at Chandler. "Don't worry bout me, I want you to worry about school and Heather, Vee, your family, and tell Ericka she's a bitch for me." She paused and whispered  
"And Heather don't let anyone bring you down and make your day shit, also I love you so, so much always remember that."

She passed out again, but Chandler thought she'd died. 

"Heather. Heather. Heather please talk to me! HEATHER!"

Her grade six teacher walked over.

"What is going on."

"Madam I couldn't save her." She cried out while sobbing and sniffling. 

"Oh my god, Heather." She called the ambulance, "There is a corpse, westerburg middle school. Okay thanks, Heather it's going to be okay." She tried to calm her down. 

"What are you talking about my girlfriend is dead-"

"No! She's not dead, she's unconscious and she'll be fine."

"But what if she isn't what'll happen then."

"Don't think negatively, stay positive." 

The ambulance arrived soon after, and Chandler followed them into the back.

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A few days later 

Heather stayed by her side for as long as she could and held her hand.


	6. Chapter 6

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Mac's overdose aftermath.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> So, did I make any of you guys cry in the last chapter. Cause if I did… then sorry.

A few days later 

Chandler sat by Mac after school for three days and three nights, not worrying about anything or anyone, but her girlfriend sleeping on the hospital bed. 

Mac would wake up now and then, and they would talk about school and Chandler would tell her about assignments. They always avoided the topic of that day, and what happened to the both of them. 

When Mac was asleep, Chandler would watch her breath in and out, thankful she isn't dead. She'd also find herself crying when Mac's asleep, tears of sadness because she wasn't there for Mac when she needed, or when she couldn't comfort her when she wasn't there, or when she couldn't magically heal her cuts on her arms, lags and stomach. And she loathes herself ever single time. 

She was sitting there, crying when she heard a familiar voice, "Hey are you okay?" her girlfriend asked. 

"No. I-I wish I was there for you in your darkest times, when you needed me."

"Heather it's okay-" she got cut off by her girlfriend. 

"No it's not okay. I want you to be happy, I want us to be happy. But I wasn't there for you and then you hurt yourself and I can't forgive myself for not being there to stop you from hurting yourself." The tears keep on falling and she kept on sobbing into her hospital gown. 

"Heather I promise from this day forward I will stop hurting myself, no cuts no burns. Nothing."

"Promise?"

"Yes promise."

"Hey I found out that you get to come out of this place, and I really want you to stay with me." Chandler changed the topic. 

"Heather you know I can just stay at my house."

"No way, you wanna stay home with your mom who abuses you?"

"Fine I'll go with you. Oh yeah, can you please get my stuff please."

"Oh yeah sure." She said as she got up and looked around the room. 

Mac laid there, lost in her thoughts, wondering if living with Heather will be a good thing, or a bad thing. 

Meanwhile Chandler was frantically looking for her girlfriend's belongings. 

"Check the closest." So she did and she found them. 

"Ah, here." She said as she passed her stuff to her. 

Mac got up and started changing to tease her girlfriend, and giggling to herself, watching her girlfriend's go to a dark shade of red. 

As Mac was changing, Chandler called her dad to pick them up, while gathering her and her girlfriend's stuff. 

They left the building and headed to Mr. Chandler's car. 

"Hey Daddy."

"Yes." Me. Chandler and Mac said in unison. 

"Sorry." Mac said as her girlfriend's father gave her a weird look. 

"I was wondering if Heather can with us and mom for awhile?"

"Okay but she can't get in the way, okay."

"Yes sir, I promise I won't get in the way."

"Thank you daddy for doing this for us." 

"I know I was really homophobic in the past, but… holy moly you two are cute together." Both girls giggled. 

"Thanks dad." They both sat there smiling at each other as they pulled up onto the driveway. 

They got out of the car and ran inside. 

"Hey mom." 

"Hey honey, and Heather you're looking well."

Mac loved the Chandler family cause they're so chill. 

"Hey Ms. Chandler, yeah I just got out of the hospital."

"Hey mom we'll be up stairs in my room."

"Okay dinner will be ready in an hour."

"Okay!" She shouted while going upstairs. 

They both arrived at Heather's room, "So is there another room, or an I going to sleep with you?"

"Duh, you're obviously going to sleep with me."

"Mkay. Oh can we watch something on Netflix?"

"Sure, what you wanna watch?"

"Oh, oh, oh, can we watch everything sucks?"

"Sure, what's it about?"

"It's about a bunch of teens that do something, and it's really, really, hella gay, and funny."

"Sounds like our type of show."

"Yeah I know right."

They sat in Chandler's bed for an hour watching Everything Sucks. (which is by the way a great t.v. show on Netflix, please watch it, without any parent around) They eventually went downstairs and ate then went back upstairs and continued to binge watch the show. 

They finished it really quick and then proceed to watch stranger things. They got to about episode three of stranger things, and both of them passed out, and intensely cuddled each other. 

They both forgot about everything that happened from Mac's sister, to Mac's cuts and attempted suicide. 

They just held each other tightly, while listening to each other breathe.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Who wants me to do more chapters, comment.

**Author's Note:**

> Comment if I should do another chapter to this.


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